I'm sorry to say, though I'm still hopelessly entrenched in "Supernatural" (WHY CAN'T I QUIT YOU?!), but Saturday's "Doctor Who"? FAR scarier than anything in this entire wussy SPN "apocalypse". And "Doctor Who" is family programming.

It just dawned on me that this article has as much to do with Castiel now (and most of the rest of the angels, minus Joshua maybe) as it does Dean and Sam (though Sam, at least, always had Dean). It was probably relevant the moment Castiel showed up, but 5x16 made it official. Team Free Will really are orphaned heroes lost in the wilderness. Though what must that be like for Castiel, to always have had (yet not at all, really) a Father, but never had a Mother?

A sick, sad part of me is sort of curious (again) what Jason Statham would belike as Eleven. Maybe not all that curious since Statham has pretty much admitted the cockney gangster is the only character he can play (as if he needed to say it). A Doctor that repeatedly defeats Daleks mano-a-plunger? "MY. VISION. IS. IMPAIRED. THE SOD.DIN. DOC.TOR. GAVE. US. A. KICK.IN." It's a pretty clear image really, all that's missing is Vin Diesel as the Master and Megan Fox as the nu companion.

On the bright side, even if the TARDIS suddenly looked like this, I'd imagine the soundtrack would be a lot more "Life on Mars" than Murray Gold. Fuck yeah!!

Disclaimer: This post is product of far too much "Supernatural" these past few weeks and any/all remaining brain cells having been blown away by classic hard rock and the underwear models slaying monsters.